Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[vixiebun]

Love on the moutons

Capter 3 the end


Pet's name: Katrina my favorite
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Sniff nine months after what had happened I gave brith to my daughter jasmine


Pet's name: Jazmine
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She was the greatest thing that ever happen to me years pasted of course and she was grown


Pet's name: Jasmine
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I never forgot Tito and I never will

Young love


Pet's name: Junebug
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I was so stoked while at the party it happened I grew now look at me Bree was jelly and Aleco was Dieacos with pps Peter pan syndrome maybe he'll find other pps pup there's tons put there

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Pet's name: Brown sugar -----> <\3
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It happened it fanally happened shes an adult I kinda of asked her to merry me and she said yes we are getting married

[Zeee]

♂ xx ♂



"What's wrong?"
He gently slided a comforting glance my way and a hand on my shoulder. I smiled and continued to look downwards, however I was very relaxed by knowing someone cared.
"Oh.. nothing." I calmly replied, careful not to worry him. I knew that he got worried easily, and the guilt stabbed me right in the chest when I upset him. I didn't like upsetting people... Neither did he, but most people found it annoying when he was costantly checking up on them. I, however, think it's thoughtful...
I'm not the most popular boy, but I think it's nice to know that someone cares.

He continued with a story that was interrupted by myself once again, and I continued playing with my bookbag. His eyes, I could tell, were so puppy dogish- I didn't even want to look up. Suddenly, he cupped a hand over my forehead. "Umm..." I stuttered. He quietly chuckled and returned his hand back to his side. "I dunno. You don't seem like yourself... You're usually so jumpy. What happened?" He whispered. "Do you feel sick? Is this a phase? What's wrong?" I laughed and thought to myself for a moment.

"Nothing's wrong, but thanks for looking out for me." It was true- he always looked out for me. We've been friends since the beginning of time. But I always figured there was something more...
Something I couldn't quite put my finger on...

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I awoke, frightened and sweaty. But instead of waking up in my pitch-black bedroom, I woke in a meadow. It seemed everything was stopped for just this one moment. As I noticed a figure laying beside me, it turned around and as it did, flower petals from a lone blossom tree above seemingly fell in slow-motion. Everything moved in slow-motion for that one moment. It was him. "What are you doing here?" I asked, a bit frightened. He only smiled and held himself up with his arm and a hand on his cheek. "I'm here because of you, silly." He said. I was totally freaking out, for some odd reason.
"Why? What did I do?"
He smiled again and stared into the sky. "It's okay. I know how you feel. Just... don't say anything. Look up into the sky with me." It was unbelievable... what was happening? I was so confused. I nodded quietly and looked up into the sky. After a few minutes of staring, I found myself grabbing for his hand. We looked over at eachother and locked eyes. We couldn't look away. After all these years, I held his hand and didn't let go. Our eyes were locked together, and none of us had the key.

Our own paradise, you could say.
Suddenly, I blacked out. I raced back to reality and awoke in my pitch-black room, sitting up and panting heavily. I had woken up... after waking up in a dream. It was all a dream. I flopped backwards, my head softly landing in the pillow.
"It was all a dream..." I whispered to myself in a relieved tone. Secretly, I had wished it all happened. I just didn't want myself to know that. Doesn't make much sense, does it? It doesn't have to.

Not everyone's wish comes true. And mine sure didn't.

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[watisdisidonteven.
i'm sorry for bringing this horrible story upon you.]

[Aniki]

{ Jonathan of Conte } ♥ { Thayet of Conte }

From the moment that Thayet stepped into his sight that evening, Jon knew that something had changed.

It wasn't her beauty in the regal white gown. Or her grace, her elegance, the ease with which she walked toward him and smiled. No, in all that she remained ever herself, ever strong, ever composed.

Now, however, she was his queen. And even if he had tried, at that moment he could not have imagined any other woman walking toward him, speaking the vows that would bind them together for life. Her eyes gleamed with a quiet knowledge. This was the answer, for both of them. The perfect solution to the problems associated with their respective stations in life. And by some divine providence, there was more emotion between them than an ordinary pair of royals. Much more. Jon couldn't quite define it yet, but it was undoubtedly there.

After they were wed, they danced. With a courtship as brief as theirs had been, they had had only a few opportunities to dance before. They moved well together, having both been taught such formalities from the cradle. It was easy, and comfortable, and enjoyable beyond measure. He made sure to dance with her more often than perhaps was traditional; he told himself that it was to make her feel more at ease, as they would soon be sharing much more than just the touch of hands, but in truth, he just wanted to.

"The noble ladies will feel you have slighted their daughters," Thayet said, when he took her hand for the fourth time.

"Let them," said Jon with a smile, making her laugh as they began to twirl around the room.

Night overtook the evening with unusual haste. Alone as he waited for her, he was no longer easy and comfortable. He felt like a boy again, dressed in nothing but long white shift, pacing around his grand room, sure that his palms were sweaty and his face bright red. He felt nothing like a king. It's not like I haven't done this before, he told himself scathingly, but it did nothing to soothe his nerves.

The double doors to his chambers – their chambers - opened. Thayet, his new queen, entered, escorted by Buri, who bowed and exited. Jon noted the K'mir's sharp eyes never leaving him till there was a soft thud of closing doors, and he and his queen were alone.

Thayet was radiant in a sheer silk nightgown, almost – but not quite – translucent in the dim candelight. Shadows hugged her face and her curves. Her eyes were on the floor – Thayet, so strong and direct, was nervous too, Jon realized. Perhaps even more nervous than he was, though she would never admit it.

"Y-you're - " He stopped; his voice was coming out scratchy. He swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. "You're beautiful, Thayet."

His loss of composure seemed to amuse her; she hid a smile with her hand. Jon relaxed a bit as he approached her. Still she didn't look up, so he touched her chin, drew her face towards his. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. Long hair tumbled over pale skin and sweeping cheekbones and red lips. Dark eyes showed a flash of hesitancy now, for the first time since he had met her. Quickly he smiled to reassure her.

"I am in awe of you, my dear," he said lightly. "I was in awe all day. You must have been the calmest, most sympathetic bride in the history of Tortall. I don't know how you managed not to scream with everyone going mad all around you."

She laughed. With a careful hand she touched his cheek. "I was calm because I was happy," she said, and her voice was steady and her eyes clear. "From now on, we will share our lives. I admire you, I respect you, and… I rather like you, Jonathan. So, I am happy."

It was the first time she had called him by his name, without rank or title. I could love this woman, Jon realized suddenly. Truly love her, in time.

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[I base these two from characters of the book series “Song of the Lioness” by Tamora Pierce.]

[fireflies.]

Her x Him
I watched the science teacher ramble on and on about the sun and moon.I hate this life I decided.Everyone made fun of me because I was small.It wasn't my fault.I was also called a weirdo for not going to parties.I glanced behind me and watched the new girl work.She was beautiful.She had stunning purple eyes and candles sticking out of her.I hadn't seen her hang out with any other kids.She stared up and smiled at me.Embarrassed to be caught staring I quickly looked down.I felt a giddy feeling inside me that I had never felt before.
I stared at the kid as he put his head quickly.What was his name again?Biscoito,that was it.Sighing I thought about the few days before.It had been a rough start to this school:I had been called creepy for my candles and even a threat.Why couldn't people accept me for the way I was?It annoyed me so much.It appeared to her that Biscoito wasn't accepted ever.Finally the teacher finished speaking.''Okay,you can go now.'' she said.Everyone rushed out running and leaping to be the first out.As I got my recess I noticed that Biscoito was sitting alone.Feeling sorry for him I headed over.I guess I could keep him company I thought.
Continue?

[vixiebun]

Yes u should

[s y n]

listen to this while reading, please








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her .xx. him

{ oh god, god, she's really done it now
coked up, her body's all spun around
oh yeah, yeah she's really done it
seein' her just isn't something i can stomach }

"You need help."
She snorted, rolling her eyes. "I don't need anybody nor do I need help with anything."
He swallowed past the lump in his throat that arose from seeing the silver glimmer of the knife slide just past his throat. It hadn't touched him, but the way he reacted was apparently priceless to her. She laughed, her sick sense of humor applying very nicely here.
"You've gone insane." he muttered.
"What was that?" she asked mockingly, pressing the side of the knife up against his throat. "I didn't quite catch it."
"I said you've gone insane!" he spat back. His arms were bound behind him, but his wrists wriggled against the ropes, trying to loosen them.
"You've always been stupid, but you really out-do yourself when you're scared.

{ back it up, back it up
if you talkin' sh*t to me
smack it up, smack it up
if you act a b*tch to me }

"I'm a monster. Deal with it, idiot."
With a twisted grin, he broke free of the bindings as if they were made of paper, grabbing the knife from her hand in quick gesture. His eyes had gone white, shining maniacally, and a third one had appeared on his forehead. His teeth were like thousands of jagged razors, arranged into a curled, demonic smile. She watched, her eyes wide, her mouth gaping in horror as he transformed.
"I believe I'm more of the monster here, sweetheart."






meh. that was random and terrible. -shrug-

[ika;]

{ Does he know who you are?
Does he laugh, just to know
what he has?

Does he know not to talk
about your dad?
Does he know when you're sad?

You don't like to be touched,
Let alone kissed.

Does he know where your lips begin?

Do you know who you are?
Do you laugh, just to think
what I lack?

Do you know your lip shakes
when you're mad?
And do you notice when you're sad?

You don't like to be touched,
Let alone kissed.

Does his love make your head spin?

Does his love make your head spin? }

[Shenan_the_cat]

Can you believe it? I've finally fallen, head over heels, in love....

[Zeee]

[i'm crying writing this story because the song is making me cry... seriously....
Mrs. Niall Horan ♥ ;; SIS, that was a very weird story, but very good. i hope mine is as good as yours :3
sorry... i like how you write so i sort of stole your style XD]


please listen this while reading.



her xx him

* where are we?
what the h*ll is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking, feeling
spin me round again, and rub my eyes

She coughed wildly and arched her back off the bed as the monitor slowly beeped. It was a very soothing feeling to know she was still alive, but it made him cringe at the sight of her only hanging on by a whim.
"Darling? Please don't leave me..." He whispered, staring her right in the weak eyes. She, fatigued, laughed and gently caressed his cheek- surprisingly she had enough strength for that. "I won't leave you. I'll always be in heaven, watching over you. But can you do something for me?" She whispered back in a fragile voice. He nodded softly, "Yes. Anything."
"If I die, don't cry for me. I am not worth your tears."
Those words, even though they were hers, hit me like a thousand bullets. Not cry for her? She is not worth his tears? He wanted to cry just thinking about it. He'd be a monster is he didn't cry. Knowing that his only love in the world is dead, and to not cry? That's horrible, in his eyes. "I can't promise you that... I'm sorry..." She nodded, silent and frozen for a moment. "That's alright. I know it was a big thing to ask. I just don't want to see you cry. It'll make me start crying, up in heaven."
The heart monitor slowed down at a rapid pace. It kept slowing down and several doctors rushed in the room. Their eyes continued to be locked the whole time. He was told to move, but he stayed, unable to leave. As he finally snapped back to reality and realized what was going on, he started to softly cry- which escaladed quickly into a bawl.

*this can't be happening
when busy streets,
a mess with people would stop to hold
their heads, heavy
hide and seek...



"Come here..." She said, weaker than before. With tears streaming down his face, he lunged over to her and nodded. "What? Please! Don't die!" With her literal final breath, she spoke 3 last words. "I love you..." She whispered. He grasped her hand tightly and repeated, "I love you too..." As the heart monitor stopped, the line went straight, everything was silent for a moment until he burst out screaming, "No! Oh god no!" He pushed through doctors for one last look at his only love. His screams turned into whispers as he fell to his knees upon the hospital bed. "No..."
They pulled a blanket over her, only a hand sticking out. He held it tightly and didn't ever want to let go. Doctors pulled him away, almost unable to, and slipped the blanket over her hand. He curled up in a ball on the floor, bawling completely. Nothing could have been worse.

His only love had left him...
And it was the worst possible feeling in the world.


*trains and sewing machines
all those years, they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life
hide and seek...

[vixiebun]

Sniff so sad